Parnard

(Warning: Group violence against individuals.)

Estarfin and I stood before the Sindar Captain, Brethenel, I at least wondering on the point in us remaining. We had accompanied our mutual friend, Parnard, to his homeland hoping he would be able to undertake a betrothal ceremony with his beloved Brasseniel, despite her father previously telling him she would not be permitted to wed until after the brewing war with the Dark Lord.

We sat for a while, each caught in our own thoughts now that Parnard was actually summoned. That we shared the same observation concerning Brasseniel’s apparent lack of interest, meant we both were less than convinced our friend would be successful in his endeavor. 

“I should put on my armour soon, in case we are summoned," announced Parnard. 

(Follows on from Taking Rest by Danel )

True to his word, Cemmen saw that our horses were stabled and cared for. He directed us to the inner caverns of Felegoth for the rest of that night, promising there would be rooms available for us later in the day. There were a few guest quarters, but he would have to speak with the right folk about them. 

We made slow and silent progress along the trail to Felgoth. The three of us were in a line, each leading our horses. Pelorian bore the body of the fallen red-haired nis; Norlome all the parts of the Ner we could find, enshrouded in Estarfin’s cloak. A particularly silent Parnard led Swan Hoof, and headed our short patrol.